OK, so dudes do read this thing. In fact, I should have known that since I counted Jr. Slab as one of the four or five people reading this thing.

So, I wrote a check for TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS TODAY. At one point I wrote a larger check for THIRTY-SIX THOUSAND DOLLARS, but at least at that time it was for a car for ME, not a house for my stupid sister. OK, so it’s not my money (it’s my mom’s) and my sister promises to pay us back. I wasn’t so sure about the house, but our friend Jason likes it and he’s a contractor. It doesn’t have a garage, and it has a few too many stairs to get into it for an old person (IT WILL BE HARD FOR MY DAD TO VISIT) but I suppose it’s an OK house. I’d have to see the inside to make sure.

So, there’s a woman from San Francisco flirting with me. She won’t tell me too much about herself. Even after I used my smoothest line on her, asking if she had any personal photographs, the kind where she’s shooting milk out her nose.

Hmm. Maybe I need to work on that.

OK, so I was being funny. I read all of the suggestions before I choose to ignore them. Most of them are interesting if not helpful. (They’re only unhelpful because I’m too stubborn to comb my hair.)

And, BTW, I don’t think many guys leave comments on my blog. I’m not sure if any guys read the thing. Perhaps they’re having the same problems I’m having and don’t need to be reminded of them. The “yenta” comment came from someone who indirectly thought I was so pathetic that she set me up with a college student who was 15 years younger than me. That worked out about as well as you’d expect (nothing happened, of course.)